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Ladies, this is the place for your own special brand of confession. Did you sleep with your best friend's boyfriend? Did your Aunt Flo visit unexpectedly while you were wearing white pants? Did your boyfriend lose a condom inside you? Did the padding in your bra fall out?

The things you can confess here might fall into other sections, too - but here you have your own place to post. Men, feel free to read and reply, but please, let the ladies do all the posting.

After all, this section is for ... Women Only.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 34

    I think I had my first orgasm at 21 and it wasn't much of one at that. My then boyfriend (now husband) had just finished fucking me between classes in his dorm room and had filled a condom. He pulled out and started rubbing my shaved pussy with his free and lubed fingers. I came but it was a small one at best.

    Somewhere around 25-26 he figured out if he fucked me hard he could make me cum. He was much better shape after college so he could do it about 60% of the time with me on top. I still love that.

    At 28 we went through a brief period of my using a vibrator while I sucked him and I would cum. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth while I vibed it out on my knees and would gasp and moan on it while I sucked. He would gently stroke my neck and ear, that is really what sent me over the edge I think.

    At 30 he would encourage me to vibe while he rubbed my pussy and finger me. He found my Gspot; I would cum hard and climb the walls and it felt like I had to pee. I never squirted but I think I could have.

    Now at 34 he has figured out that if, when I start to cum, he uses his whole hand to cover and move my pussy it drives me crazy. I love it, it's my favorite thing. Then he fucks me on my sex pillow from behind or wothe on top. If he's rough I'll cum all over again, usually about 80% of the time. He has to be rough with me but he likes it.

    I don't masturbate alone. I've never liked it. He wants me to do it all the time, thinks it will help me and make me want it more often. I just don't feel anything special without his touch and really don't want to do it at all if I can't have his cock in my mouth and pussy afterwards. I think there's something wrong with me, but that's just how I like it.

    #40635 — Comments (1) — Jun 30, 2018 at 2:25 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 38

    I grew up as the only child to a widowed woman. My parents married later in life and my father passed away when I was seven. My mother, who was fifteen years younger than my father raised me alone. She was 43 when I was born. My mother had her share of issues, mostly financial, but also with the fact that she had me and she did not want me. I was a surprise, or a mistake. I got shelter, food, clothing, but not much love on her part.

    Around ten I started to love myself. I had discovered touching myself and I touched myself, often. I was pretty much focused on my clitoris, which was quite sensitive and gave me great pleasure to touch. I was around twelve when I started to fuck myself with various things around the house. I was pretty inventive, and I was able to get quite large things in my vagina. I had learned to squat over them and slowly get them up there. Not long afterwards I learned how to fuck myself in my ass. I used thin things in my ass, like magic markers, and big things in my vagina, like the handle of a baseball bat. The bigger the better, both holes at once, and I would rub my clit sore.

    I didn't make any friends in school, and was pretty much on my own after school. I dressed weird for the school, I liked odd dresses and tops, and I didn't start wearing a bra until my teacher told my mother that I had to. I hated the bra, and I took it off as soon as I got home. I liked my nipples, they were sensitive and if I pinched them with clothesline pins, it felt good, like having an electric current running through you, all the way down to my clit.

    Oh, around sixteen I got into the visual thing, examining my vagina and asshole with a mirror. I really didn't get it, why guys liked pussy. It looked so ugly to me, all matted with hair and dark and slippery. I really did not understand why guys talked so much about pussy. Why? I had a dog, his name was Max. He was around twelve years old and I got his penis out and examined it, kissed it or rather sucked on it. But after a while that got old, Max did not cooperate and he never mounted me even though I crawled around on all fours offering myself to him.

    I went to a small college near home, close enough to drive back and forth. I didn't meet anyone to make friends with, and I liked being alone and playing with myself. I masturbated almost every day, several times a day. I was inventive and used whatever I could to fuck myself. I just wanted something up my vagina, rubbing against me inside.

    The first memory of thinking about a man fucking me was when I was twenty. Quite old for that, but it came about because I saw this man urinating against a wall. I stopped and watched him until he was done. He saw me and flashed his penis at me. I just looked at him and he stood there masturbating himself in front of me until he came. He worked for the maintenance department of the city, and he learned that I liked to watch him, and he would masturbate for me. He let me get close and hold his penis. I didn't think at the time that I was giving him a hand job, I just wanted to hold his penis. It was gnarly thing, thick and hard in my hand, his foreskin pulled back, his head got dark red until he came, and his stuff got on my pants, or dress or shoes. He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't.

    I left college and went to work for the County Sheriff's office. My mother died and I sold the house and decided that I would move away, get out of that town and go to the city. I got a job for a good sized company, I used the money from the my mother's house to buy a condo on the second floor, overlooking the pool. It was a nice one bedroom condo, big, but not enormous. I was pushed onto my bed from behind and this man r**ed me. He had a hard time keeping his penis in, and I told him to let me turn on to my back and he got between my legs and was able to get it done. I did suck him. I sucked him and I didn't want to quit. I didn't get dressed either, I stayed like he had stripped me and I laid back on the bed and let him have another time. He said I was crazy, but when I offered to heat up some lasagna for him he didn't refuse.

    He had free access to my condo. He came over to eat, sometimes to have sex, and sometimes I got home and he was watching television. I loved sucking his penis. I kept food in the fridge to feed him, food I didn't necessarily eat, but a man eats, like pasta and meat. I bought him clothes and shoes. At first he was hesitant to go outside with me, but he would meet me at the mall, try on the clothes and then I would go and pick the same thing he had tried on and buy it. All the time that he was coming over I didn't masturbate, not once. We had sex a lot and as I said I liked sucking his penis, I sucked him a lot. One day he told me he was going to move on, go back to Arizona. I gave his some money and he called me a couple of times but then we each went our separate ways.

    He was my one man friend. Regular friend, instead of masturbating friend. After he left I went back to masturbating. I am in my late thirties now. I read about gigolos, or male escorts in some trash magazine. I hire one from time to time, just to get me over the hump. I ask them to wear a mask, I don't want to see their face, only their penis. If I like it I suck it, if I don't I pull them on me and then send them along. My life is not one of those that people want to follow. I don't have friends, acquaintances maybe, but not friends. I still have my mirror from when I was in junior high, but now I have purchased more sophisticated items, both for front and back insertion. Some are pretty crazy looking but they do the job.

    #40628 — Comments (3) — Jun 29, 2018 at 3:04 PM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 36

    I am 36 and I work as an M&A Attorney for a large law firm. I travel a lot. On the way I met a man when I was 29. He was a client and I worked with him late one night, he took me to a working dinner and he touched my hand, held my hand, put his hand on my leg, took my face and kissed me. I knew I was doing something really bad, career ending bad, but I had no control over myself and I let him take me to his hotel room and I spent the night there with him. That was the beginning of my affair with him.

    He is a client of the firm, but I also work for other clients. He knows my schedule and we meet up in New York a lot, and London. Last week I spent two free days with him in Singapore. In Singapore I gave him anal sex. I asked him for it. Not that it was good, it was not that good, but I felt that I needed him to have sex with me that way. Now I want him to have sex with me without any contraceptives. Russian roulette, let it happen when it happens. I am not going to marry some other man. I am 36 and I would like to have a child before my time runs out.

    I don't consider myself a free woman. I am exclusive to him. I like my job but I go through the motions. My life is about being with him. If I have to quit my job I will quit my job. My job is not important to me anymore. I am a technician, I quit trying to become partner. I dream of living in a small house on the beach and raising a couple of kids. All I need him to do is to take my contraceptives and flush them down the toilet.

    #40612 — Comments (5) — Jun 28, 2018 at 8:28 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 27

    I was 20 years old when I was sexually abused during a singles party. My girl friend Susan made me go with her
    telling me it was great place to meat guys. I felt a little out of place because I hardly knew anybody there. Enven felt worst when Susan hit it off with a guy and left me alone with bunch of guys hitting on me and pushing drinks on me. I stayed there because Susan told she would be back and had no idea how to get back home. In fact she never came back and those drinks began to have an effect on me. By then more than half the people had taken off and I was trying to decide if to make my way home on my own. My biggest mistake was going to the up stairs bathroom before leaving although it would have happed anyway if I wouldn't have gone. When I came out the same guys that were hiiting on me had locked me in there with intention of sexually assaulted me. Everything was against me; from the bedroom being far from the down stirs level to the loud music blocking everything to the four guys that would eazylly handdle me like rag doll. I remember being stripped naked getting my tits and pussy sucked and trying not to get horny. Horny or not I got r**ed for three hour straight and orally fucked with my face covered in sperm and then forced to take a shower. No one knows what happen that night in that room but I was determined to not let anyone know about and keep it to myself.

    #40576 — Comments (3) — Jun 24, 2018 at 4:46 PM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 32

    I am just curious. Does anyone else dress to have a little me time?

    I am decent looking, take care of myself, and am fairly conservative in my dress for work and home,but if I decide for some alone time, I make it an occasion.

    Shower, moisturize, and air dry; I like to pick a nice lace bra and panty, bikini cut usually, and garter and heels. I put on my full face with blood red lipstick and, occasionally, liner too.

    Pearls, sadly fresh water is all I can afford, 100 inch strand double wrapped and dangling, matching earrings.

    I turn the thermostat up a coupe degrees, put on some nice, soft, easy music and pour myself a glass of wine and relax.

    I usually start by taking off the bra and toying the pearls across my nipples. Feeling them against my skin is so nice. I build up to lightly pinching the nipple between the pearls.

    After the wine is gone, I feel the warmth of the room, the do the walk to my bed. I stop at my dressing mirror and watch as my hands smooth across my body, the pearls teasing between my breasts, and watch the shine of my stockings.

    I lay across the top of my bed, the comforter snuggling to my bare flesh...

    Please, vibes and rubber cocks, or a little pain, nipple clamps ropes and a crop to tease, and I begin...

    This is my me time, a sensual evening alone, time for me. Do you ever do similar?

    #40520 — Comments (2) — Jun 19, 2018 at 12:57 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 40

    I come from a large family, we were seven kids. There were boys and there were girls. From the earliest age we had different responsibilities or duties. As girls we were taught to take care of the house and our younger siblings. My brothers were taught to take care of us, and to take care of the car and the outside. Both my brothers were taught how to cook, but it was not their responsibility to cook. We were taught how to change a tire, and how to mow the lawn but it was not our responsibility to change the tire or mow the lawn.

    We were taught very early on, like age seven, that the girls were going to have babies. We got sex education in the form of personal responsibility. Only one man was allowed to have access to your middle parts. One man, your husband. It was precious and you didn't hand it around. The day I walked down the isle my mother talked to me, it was a reminder that I was marching off to set up a new home and my duties included having kids. I had been raised, and taken care of for that one duty. There is no longer a public send off to go forth and multiply, my mother made sure I got the message.

    I studied and got an M.D., so I was late to the party when it came to fulfilling my responsibility. I was 32. I have tried to catch up. Fortunately in our family all the women were healthy and we have been fruitful, not as much as our mother, but together we make a bunch. Every pregnancy is celebrated and every baby is welcomed. If there is one message for our daughters, is that life begets life and they carry that gift. We want these girls to grow up witnessing all the new life that we can deliver.

    Being a forty year old mom with four kids, the youngest is nine months old, is a hard. My younger sister who is a stay at home mom is my Godsend, but I am burdening her with looking after mine. She has her children, she takes mine in, she is a wonderful mother and I could not ask for a better person to help me with mine. We pay for the nanny that helps her out, she pretty much runs a day care between hers and mine.

    I studied medicine and I felt empowered with knowledge, but it wasn't until I was blessed with my kids that I fully understood the gift of life. I wish sometimes that I had my kids earlier, maybe not studied something so intense, I could be my sister, running a home. I would be just as happy. My husband can be the doctor, I want to stay home and take care of my kids. But we have these huge loans that have to paid off. So my baby sister steps in for me and is the stay at home mom.

    #40472 — Comments (2) — Jun 13, 2018 at 10:38 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 28

    I married an Hispanic man I met in college. He wanted a family so we began our family immediately after we got married and had three kids, pretty much bing, bang, boom. I worked for a while before my first child was born but have not worked since. He worked for a company and then left to start his own business in the export supply business for chemical companies. He is a Chemical Engineer.

    On the surface all is well, I live in a nice neighborhood and have the luxury to stay home and care for my kids. My husband is a good provider and his business is doing fine. What I don't like is that I get ass fucked. I get pussy fucked but then he gets me on my knees and ass fucks me. Ever since we started dating he has ass fucked me. I would like a long slow pussy fuck. Is that too much to ask for?

    #40447 — Comments (4) — Jun 11, 2018 at 7:54 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 49

    My husband and I successfully run a business together for the last 30 years. We have a great sex life meaning we fuck at least twice a week. He taught me how to love anal as much a vaginal but that is a different story.

    Some times when we are in bed he will tell me erotic stories. My favorite ones are when I am in the story as a little girl of Middle School or High School. And Mr Davis (his name) is a teacher, coach or neighbor.

    Recently he told me a story about 12 year old Beth and how she starts visiting Mr Davis who lives down the alley. In the story Mr Davis over the coarse of the summer show Beth his cock and eventually shows her how it shoots cum and then eventually by the end of the summer she is sucking and swallowing his cum.

    The story has a lot of details that really makes me wet and by the time the story is over (over the course of several nights) I am really thinking that I would like to do something that I have always hated. Don't get me wrong, I love his cock in my mouth I just don't want to swallow his cum.

    We never roll play but on this occasion I asked if we could roll play this story. The whole story slowly introduces cum tasting little by little over several encounters. So first I'm tasting a drop on my finger. Next a drop on his cock. Each time Mr Davis is shooting his cream across a table and Beth gets to watch it shoot out. Building up to Beth learning to do hand jobs and eventually blow jobs. Cum eating is slowly building up in the story and in our bedroom. Within two weeks of the story Little Beth is sucking Mr Davis' cock and swallowing his cream and so is adult Beth. I love it.

    As a result I suck and swallow his cum probably twice a week and I thought that this would mean that he probably wouldn't be horny enough to fuck me but we are now fucking maybe four times a week. If I suck him before work than I know I will be fucked after work.

    Guys, just take it slow you might be able to teach your girl how to swallow your load.
    Maybe next time I will tell you how he taught me to love being fucked in the ass.

    #40443 — Comments (2) — Jun 10, 2018 at 4:04 PM — That's Juicy! (13) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Male / 48

    I am looking for WOMAN who enjoy chatting about sex, past experiences, unfulfilled fantasies or deep dark sexual secrets. Since Craigslist no longer has a personal section, it is difficult finding woman who want to chat. That is all I am looking for. Online chat affair. Safe and anonymous. Not looking for bullshitters. Not looking for guys secretly presenting themselves as women, but 100 percent female that maybe has a slutty side and an unexplored slutty side.

    If this may be of interest to you, email me

    Jerry.breedlove

    At

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    #40414 — Comments (4) — Jun 7, 2018 at 2:55 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This. ( * )
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 18

    I am confused and seeking opinions.

    Since my pregnancy my boyfriend barely touches me. I am overly horny and thinking dirty. His sister lives with us and has been a big help. She likes to rub my tummy and often massages me. It is getting warmer, I get bigger and I find myself getting thoughts of her. I find that I wear less clothing, trying to look sexy in front of her. I am loosing control and don't know what to do.

    Help!

    #40407 — Comments (2) — Jun 6, 2018 at 12:49 PM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove This.
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